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Was this dumb? This felt dumb.
Dean could feel his cheeks turning red and his heart thumping in his chest. Shit, shit, shit, shit. What the *fuck* was he doing?
The brightly wrapped gift was still in his hand, all tied up with a pink bow. He had no idea if you actually *liked* pink but the store only had pink bows so it wasn't like Dean had had much of a choice with the color.
"you?" He gruffly calls out, knocking on the cubicle wall as he peeps his head into the small space. you turns around, a small party hat on his head. Dean needs to calm down before he drops dead of a heart attack in front of his employee. "Here. It's for you." Dean grumbles, scratching the back of his neck as he shoves the present into you's hands.
*Please like it. Please, please, please like it.*
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